I remember the days
We used to kneel
By the river
And yelled heatedly there

Our shouts echoed
Across the tepid river
The fishes swam
Bubbling without care

The world was ours
And ours truly
When nothing else followed
Our burning passions headed there

As if the moment froze in time
If we got cold winds from outside
Worlds, we would yell no in thunder
And tremble the air warm again.

Now the reminiscing
Gives me a slight, chilly despair
For I knew if those days held its place
We could do anything, we could fight anywhere

Where has that youthful courage, that fiery ardor gone?

Golden brown, a lush trickle
Flows like curly, hanging moss
That tells its own story.

The creepers latch tightly, before two caverns
Black contours surround them
Darkness in the caverns, out flies an angelic flare
Into the wild.

Mountain peak rises, a ridge
It supports a twin fork crown
Down below, it gallantly holds a steed down

Red rivers, a soft powder
Decorates the salient structure
It shines and draws an infectious smile
Raising my ears and lifts my eyes.